
It's a fear.
The idea of you finding me,
yet again.
The idea of you figuring out where I've been,
after all these years.
It's a fear.
A fear of mine.
A fear that's been circling up in the emptiness of my mind for the last decade,
yet the anxiety of that fear began to grow the more I begin to realize I can never get away from the people who've been linked to you.
It's been years.
Decades, even.
Yet that fear still lingers.
I'm sure that fear,
the one I've been so afraid to admit to,
is just the permanent residency that you left.
That fear,
the one I can't seem to let go of,
is the one thing that keeps me tied to you..
tied to what you've done.
That fear,
the one I'm so afraid of,
is the link that holds us together.
Till death does us part.
"Feels like.. we've got matching wounds.. but mine's still black and blue, and yours is perfectly fine now.. Feels like we buried alive.. Something that never died.. So, God.. it hurt when I found out.." -The Exit, Conan Gray (album: Superache)
About the Creator
'Lissa Stufflestreet
I'm just a daydreaming college student who's been manifesting becoming a writer since I was five. I never stick to just one writing genre (and typically write dark content). | she/they
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